As much as I'd be stoked to be twitterpated over someone (cultivating something enchanted & enduring) I`d be just as excited to get out of the house to meet effervescent people for random adventure, and snarky banter. I wanna' step out of my comfort zone and meet great conversationalists, quirky individuals and partners in crime.
My humour is caustic black. Heart explodes on my sleeve. Thoughts pop with stark nihilism, but there's a hopeless romantic in every cynic. Music sustains me. Books trail by a hair. Favorite dogs are pit bulls. Favorite cats are Siamese. Clearly, that makes me a masochist.
Seriously, I'm eclectic. In life. In style. In interest.
I love words. Transcendent metaphors, regional colliqualisms and bad puns. If I ever learn to sit still and focus, I'll finish writing a novel.
I love music in that no-talent-professional-critic-High-Fidelity sorta' way. My list of guilty pleasures exceeds the list I'll admit to.
I love animals. I have more Latin species names commited to memory than could ever be construed as s*xy. I've kept a cornucopia of weird pets; now it's just my kitten and and I.
